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By FoxFaceStories

An Anonymous Commission

Evelyn is a mean, close-minded girl belonging to a hyper-religious family. Fearing what ‘evil liberal’ college could do to their daughter, her parents decide to send her to a female-only college with a strong Christian charter. But little do any of them know that this particular institute worships the nature of Eve herself, viewing her as a pure sexual creature in tune with nature and other women. And they intend to make all of their students just like her . . .

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The Path of Eve

Part 1: The Enrolment

“What do you mean, she’s not being accepted?” Stephen Gardner yelled across his living room. “She’s a perfect student, isn’t she? She’s a devout girl who knows the Bible forwards and backwards just like we taught her!”

Abigail Gardner, Stephen’s wife, gestured for her husband to calm. “Sweetie, it’s about the . . . incident with that other girl. Isn’t it, honey?”

The two parents turned their eyes to their daughter Evelyn, who was seated rather appropriately beneath the enormous wooden cross on the wall, the most prominent of many such crosses and crucifixes around the house, among many other forms of Christian imagery. In fact, the blonde-haired girl was wearing a crucifix herself, just for good measure. She smiled, proud despite the debacle that had sprung from her recent choices.

“I know what I did, Mom,” she said. “And it was right and just. She was a whore, and it’s a shame no teacher ever told her. And not just any whore, but a dyke whore. She had profaned the body God gave her by engaging in wanton sin, and she had also tattooed herself, pierced herself, and made herself look like some slut as well.”

“Language, honey,” her father warned. He drew out a handkerchief and dabbed his forehead. He was the pastor of a local Evangelical church, one so extreme that it had been on the news several times, and not for good reasons. Stephen liked the infamy. In his mind, such infamy only made him more like Christ. He crossed the room and knelt in front of his daughter, taking in her features. She was pretty. Not beautiful, but pretty. She had long straight blonde hair and a cute button nose, but she wore only minimal makeup, as was her  mother’s guidance. She dressed modestly too, often in plain or slightly flowery white dresses that covered her form but emphasised her femininity. Such was the clothing she was wearing now, her crucifix clearly displayed.

“But you did the right thing, honey,” her father said, smiling at her. “God is a loving God, but he is also a wrathful God as well. He has no patience for sin, and if the sinner does not want to be washed clean then we must be willing to call it out.”

Evelyn grinned. “That’s what I was doing, Daddy! I was calling it out! And I did it in front of everyone so that her shame would be known, just like Mom did to that awful woman in the supermarket, the one who’d had that secret abortion! Or at least tried to.”

At this, Abigail puffed herself up with a bit of pride. She was normally nonconfrontational; she had been well-trained to follow her husband as her master and submit to him properly, but that bitch had dared to be out and about and wearing that dress, showing off her dark skin as if she were flaunting it. The sight of such an uppity woman had enraged Abigail, and so it had been necessary to spread the word about her private sins.

“And that was a good thing too,” her father said.

“That nasty woman called me racist,” Abigail bemoaned. “I lost friends over that! All because she made herself out to be ‘one of the good ones’ who just had to have that unspeakable act done for medical reasons. As if!”

Stephen gave his wife a look, and she subsided. The pastor turned back to Evelyn and placed his hand on his daughter’s cheek.

“Sweetie, you made a choice, and it was the right one. But as the Good Word teaches us, we are to be in the world . . .”

“But not of the world,” Evelyn finished. “I know, Daddy. But can’t you pull some strings? Jessica and May are going to Langford College. I know it’s a hive of liberal degeneracy, but we’re already planning to form a proper Christian Warrior Club there, and to fight back against the cultural Marxism.”

She didn’t say this part, but she was also excited for some of the freedoms of a liberal college as well. She wanted to meet some boys, but admitting that would be the same as admitting she was the whore of Babylon, so she kept her inner desires private. After all, it would just be some fun before she found a good Christian husband and became his loving, devoted housewife. A little bit of fun. God could forgive that. It wasn’t like she was going to become one of those campus sluts or loathsome minorities who justified everything they did with their evil godless ideologies, right?

“That’s good, that’s so good to hear,” Abigail said. “But the truth is, honey, the courage you displayed in shaming that heathen lesbian has been turned around by this Langford College. Someone filmed it, honey.”

Stephen sighed and looked back to his wife. “They aren’t going to accept her now, are they?”

“I don’t think so, sweetie.”

“Darn it. And yet our Evelyn is so perfect. So true in God’s eye.”

Evelyn widened her eyes to show off her big blues. She knew they always worked on her father in particular, masking any of her maliciousness and making her appear to be a good little angel in service to the Lord. Which she was, of course. At least, that’s what she told herself. 

“We’ll find somewhere else,” Stephen said.

But this time the big blue eyes had failed. “Wait, Dad! No! You can pull some strings! Make a big sermon!”

“Honey, this college isn’t the kind of place I want to send you if this is their view. No, we’re going to find you a proper college outside of the secular state system. Somewhere you can continue to thrive with strong Christian values, to encourage the Lord’s dominion and show the world what a true Christian warrior looks like, one who serves God and her husband, and casts out the wicked of the world. Don’t you worry your pretty little head, dear, I’ll find you a school. One that keeps you focused on the path God has set for you.”

Evelyn was left speechless. She really thought that she’d get back on track for Langford. Her father had always patched things up for her, even the outrageous stuff, like when she’d beaten that girl for having a nicer dress than her in church back when she’d been only thirteen. Her father had covered it all up, and the girl had never shown up looking that good again. Why couldn’t he do that here?

Instead, Evelyn was helpless to watch her father sidle over to her mother, the two of them already conversing on where to send her, and what values they wished to instill.

“God fucking damn it,” she blasphemed under her breath. It didn’t matter, though. God would forgive her for that, she knew. She was a good girl, after all.

***

Evelyn frowned as her father showed her the pamphlets and the website for the College of Eve. She’d never heard of it, and it was quite far away, a secluded place that had somehow been allowed to be constructed in the middle of a grand nature reserve. It looked quite elaborate, there was no doubt about that; numerous campuses including an entire area for the first year entrants, and a dominant Christian theme everywhere. It ticked all the boxes for being a good, and most importantly, conservative, college. The Bible-thumping was clear just from the numerous Biblical quotes on the pamphlets and website, not to mention the repeated imagery of Eve throughout.

“Located within our own restored Garden of Eden, the College of Eve promises a proper education to turn her students into proper, God-fearing young women, who shall remain so for life.”

There was lots of information about teaching skills for them to become proper housewives, devoted Bible-readings, conservative-only influenced education, and even ‘alternative science’ in support of six thousand-year old Earth creationism and something called ‘Life Science.’ The power of prayer was also highlighted; the images showed a circle of women gathered around in their white, modest dresses, all of them clearly praying to the Lord as they sat upon the grass.

“Looks like a hippie commune,” she said. “All of them on the lawn instead of the pews. Daddy, this place could have some leftist sentiment.”

“Honey, I know you still want to go to Langford, but that ship has sailed. Look at these women! Look how modest, Godly, and happy they are! Don’t you want to be like them? A proper Christian woman who is ready to find a husband and her true meaning as a mother one day?”

She did. Good God, she did. But part of her had still wanted to have some secret, easily forgivable fun before that day came. It wasn’t like she was going to act like some of those immigrant girls on the news who go crazy because they were anchor babies free to do whatever affirmative action bullshit they wanted. She would just be having a little fun before the rest of her God-fearing life began.

“I do want that, Daddy,” she said sweetly. “But . . . it’s an all-girls school.”

“Exactly! Your mother went to an all-girls school, and look how happy she is!”

Evelyn looked to her mother, with all the extra creases around her eyes. She knew Abigail had a secret smoking habit, and drank too much liquor on the weekends. Evelyn was determined to be a devout woman like her mother, but a much happier one.

“It’s just . . . I’m not going to be silly with boys, Daddy. You know that! But how will I meet a future husband?”

“God will provide one. Besides, you need more female friends.”

At this, Evelyn winced. She had May and Jessica, though things were on the rocks with them lately. Stupid Jessica’s boobs were still growing. She had Double-D’s, and it just wasn’t fair, since Evelyn was a flat A-cup! Yes, it meant that sin was less of a temptation for her, and that her body wasn’t a lustful temple like Jessica was - the girl was running the real risk of being a whore soon - but damn it all if it didn’t make Evelyn jealous. She’d prayed to God to give her bigger boobs, but he hadn’t answered her prayers. He was probably too busy helping shut down all the rampant DEI stuff, but it still hurt.

“Do I have to go, Daddy?”

“Honey, you know when I make my decisions, they are final, and I expect the women of our loving household to obey. You’ll find your future husband, but only after you’ve been molded into the perfect white Christian woman you were always meant to be.”

“White?” she said, arching an eyebrow. Her father wasn’t usually so . . . clear on that particular view. He normally cautioned their family to promote their ideas about race more . . . cautiously. It wasn’t that they were racist, it was just that certain cultures were better. Their people certainly weren’t having riots in the streets, for God’s sake.

“White and pure as snow,” he said, before kissing her on the forehead. “You’re going to love this college, I just know it.”

Evelyn just exhaled, folding her arms beneath her meagre chest. She almost wished she hadn’t mocked that dyke in public.

Almost.

***

The car ride was long; the college was over two hours away from the Gardner family home. Evelyn had resigned herself to becoming a student at the College of Eve, but as they finally began to approach the campus, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe slowly dawn over her. The surrounding forest was beautiful, natural, and a far cry from the town she had grown up in. More than that, the elaborate gardens, full of flowers and fruit trees and great crops of vegetables being tended to by women was also a sight to witness.

“Ha!” her father laughed as he drove. “A true Garden of Eve indeed! Just look at all of this! Hmm, I hope that’s not immigrant labor there, though.”

Evelyn frowned, as did her mother. There were numerous women tending to the gardens, and while they wore white dresses that displayed good modest virtues, it was undeniable that they were beautiful, and that they possessed dark olive skin that was without blemish. Several waved in her direction, and there was something vacant in their smiles, or perhaps blissful. It sent a chill down Evelyn’s spine. Of course, she didn’t much appreciate that this parade of foreigners (that was her assumption of their origin, at least) were all beautiful.

“Weird,” she said.

“It’s just the gardens, honey,” her father said. “Maybe they’re a result of missionary work. Ah! Here’s some more familiar-looking faces!”

He meant white faces, of course. Various students in more proper uniforms were present, lounging about and chatting, and several staff members with that same complexion as well. The clearing opened up further to reveal numerous campus buildings, all built with a surprisingly artistic architectural style. They were covered in vines and flowers, far more than the images in the pamphlets and on the website had shown. There was also far more wood and far less brick in their construction. Evelyn frowned.

“I told you, Daddy! It’s a hippie commune!”

“Don’t be ridiculous, dear. It’s just . . . environmental. Just not that kind of environmental. I hardly think these people believe in the great big climate change lie, honey! It’s a celebration of the Lord’s blessings, and nothing more. Look, there’s a great big cross on the building and everything.”

It was a big cross, though Evelyn couldn’t help but notice that she didn’t actually see an image of Jesus himself anywhere. Instead, there were various statues, mosaics, murals, and even stained glass displays of a naked woman with long black hair that covered her breasts and private parts. The College of Eve was the statement attached below most of the images, but there were minor variations upon this as well.

The Path of Eve.

The Purity of Eve.

The Perfection of Womanhood Before the Fall.

The last made her pout. This place definitely was more radical than even her father’s church, perhaps. She knew she was going to be a good Christian wife one day, a mother to children and devoted to them, but something about this place made it creepy. Or perhaps it was just offputting to see a place of God emphasise women so much. It just wasn’t natural.

“We’re sure about this, sweetie?” Abigail said to her husband.

“Of course we’re sure! Look, Eve was fallen and then redeemed. Woman is fallen compared to man, but can be redeemed through acts of service. What’s there not to get? Besides, it’s not like she can get into trouble here.”

Evelyn almost chuckled to herself. No, she wouldn’t get into trouble. She never got into trouble. 

The car pulled to a stop outside the administration building, and the family entered. A chaperone was already waiting for them, a dark-skinned woman with curly black hair in gorgeous braids. Evelyn disliked her immediately on principle.

“You must be the Gardners!” she exclaimed. “I am Sister Zuri! Welcome to the College of Eve! I help introduce the girls to how we run things here.”

“Good to meet you,” her father said, though he did not shake the woman’s hand. “Are you taking us to the person in charge?”

The woman smiled, and Evelyn noted that there was no humour in her eyes. “Of course, Mr Gardner. This must be Evelyn, yes?”

“Our God-fearing daughter,” Abigail said proudly.

“Indeed! What a beauty you are! And I can see from your face your conviction too, which is marvellous. An auspicious name you carry, Evelyn?”

The young woman had been sour until this point, but now her eyebrows raised. “It is?”

“Oh yes! Evelyn - from Eve - and Gardner - the Garden of Eden. I feel your coming here was meant to be! Please, walk with me!”

They were given a brief tour by Zuri, who showed them the first-year campus building and dorms that Evelyn would be staying at. Her parents were grateful to see that the complexion of the regular student body among the first-years was a lot more ‘familiar’ to them, and several staff members were also just like any member of his congregation. Still, it was undeniable that this place had a mystical element to it, at least to Evelyn’s eyes. The focus on Eve, which had never been a major thing to her, and the bountiful gardens and beautiful naturescapes just seemed off in her mind. Still, Zuri emphasised again and again the importance of Biblical education and devotion to the Creator, and so by the time they were sitting before the college dean, a woman of Caucasian descent with dark, wavy hair, her parents were satisfied. It didn’t hurt that Stephen was clearly looking at Dean Grace with something that went a little beyond admiration, a fact which was clearly irritating his wife.

“The whole college seems so fantastic! I can’t wait to recommend it in my services to my congregation! You’re not using immigrant labour at the front there, are you?”

“All natural,” the woman said with a smile, and it seemed to Evelyn that she ‘just happened’ to arch her back in her seat to emphasise her bustline, pulling the sole male in the room over to her side. “And I can assure you, each of our graduates becomes a devotee of the Creator, understanding the proper Biblical role of a woman.”

“Wonderful, just wonderful. Well, it seems everything is taken care of. Evelyn, with your auspicious name, it looks like you’ll flourish here.”

“She shall indeed flourish,” Dean Grace said, her voice liquid and entrancing. “That is the purpose of our holy Path of Eve. And I sense that she is ready to begin as soon as possible. We can move her things to her room and induct her into our program immediately.”

Evelyn sighed inaudibly as her parents, particularly her father, eagerly agreed. She looked out the window as they droned on, preparing to leave her here, but then something curious caught her eye that made her do a double-take. For just a moment, at the forest’s edge, she thought she saw several women with dark olive-skin moving between the trees, arms upheld and smiles beaming, all while totally naked. She blinked, and they were gone.

“What the . . ?”

“Evelyn? Did you have a question?” the Dean asked.

The young blonde woman looked back and couldn’t see anything. It must have just been her imagination; an effect of the long car ride.

“It’s nothing,” she said.

She was sure it was nothing. Wasn’t it?

To Be Continued . . .